The rain falls, and the people share.

The entangled crowd was separated, and both of them fell to the ground, both of them had a fatal wound on their bodies gushing blood, and they had lost their breath.

Xu Guohuang, on the other hand, retreated ten meters away.

The sleeve of his right arm was shattered, and a clear paw print was left on his right arm, and three deep scratches oozed blood.

The same is true for the left arm, even in the same place of scratch.

On the back, there is a large footprint, and you can't see the damage inside, but if you look closely, you can see that the skin under the footprints has puffed up slightly.

There were many moves in his body, Xu Guohuang still held the knife in his right hand, his eyebrows were cold, and he stood straight.

At the moment of silence, behind everyone, there was a continuous "pop" sound.

Several people turned their heads to look back, and found that the group of people behind them had all fallen to the ground in unison. Face down, the position of the neck has been completely separated from the lower half of the body, and he fell straight to the ground in a line, a straight blood path, announcing the passing of seven lives.

With a horizontal cut, Xu Guohuang's knife has already harvested the lives of seven people.

If you don't get hurt, you will die.

Counting the two who fell to the ground, Xu Guohuang killed nine people in one face.

No, one less.

The knife in Xu Guohuang's hand had a lot of bloodstains, and the first half of the blade was almost completely covered with blood. The owner of the blood was still lying on the ground behind Xu Guohuang.

The rickety body, the terrible knife on the back, and the blood-stained head with white hair and white beard, it was the dead Gongye Chang.

It turned out that Gongye Chang, who was the first to make a move, did not gather everyone to attack Xu Guohuang together. But when Xu Guohuang was fighting with everyone, he suddenly turned around in the air and retreated without a fight, wanting to leave everyone behind and flee outside.

It's a pity that Xu Guohuang's meteor-like long knife still shattered his dream.

A knife went straight into the heart, Xu Guohuang retreated like lightning, and the knife was retracted, and Gongyechang's life was also gone.

Gongye Chang, who has the highest prestige and has always been relied on by everyone as the core, lost his life in the first confrontation.

Everyone saw the corpse of Gongye Chief, but no one was sad, not even a hint of sympathy was owed.

Because the betrayer does not deserve sympathy at all.

"Second cut!"

Xu Guohuang said.

The sound of the knife fell, and the bloody knife in Xu Guohuang's hand was drawn, like a fierce tiger, and pounced on everyone again.

With one knife and nine lives, in the face of Xu Guohuang's bloody knife, the strong momentum inspired by everyone's despair was shaking little by little.

"Miserable!" one roared, hoarse.

Strong air flow fluctuations, a dazzling white light illuminated the sky, facing Xu Guohuang who was rushing in his face.

The white light met Xu Guohuang's blood light, and the two rays of light collided halfway, and there was a strange tranquility, followed by a landslide like a collapse of the sky and the earth.

Xu Guohuang flashed in and retreated. In front of him, a deep ravine appeared.

The long knife stationed, Xu Guohuang's indifferent and ruthless face, and finally a slightly surprised look appeared.

"Song Gongming, that's right! You are much smarter than I thought!" Xu Guohuang gasped slightly, but the knife in his hand never loosened in the slightest.

"Smart people are often short-lived!" Standing opposite Xu Guohuang, a short and fat middle-aged man turned pale and glared at Xu Guohuang viciously.

A wisp of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and his chest was also rising and falling violently.

The "miserable slash" that forced Xu Guohuang back just now was issued by him.

"Ladies and gentlemen! This Xu Guohuang is not at ease! He is deliberately deceiving us! No one is more suitable for group battles than the Wolf King! We lack tacit understanding with each other, and attacking together will only make him like a fish in water and defeat us all! If you want to survive, you have to fight with him in a wheel battle! Kill him one by one!" Song Gongming was still gasping, but he began to shout hoarsely to everyone.

There was a cry of surprise from the crowd, and then there was a dead silence again.

A pair of eyes firmly locked Xu Guohuang, who was stationed in the single knife.

Listening to Song Gongming's hoarse shout, Xu Guohuang's face did not change, and a slight hint of surprise disappeared, regaining the indifference that has remained unchanged for eternity.

"Kill the rope!"

Xu is Song Gongming's words gave everyone courage, Xu Guohuang has not yet made a move, and one person has already launched a killing move.

A round lasso flew out from the hand of a person on the left side of the crowd, wandering in the air like a swimming snake, but it locked the only target, pointing at Xu Guohuang in front.

Xu Guohuang looked up at the round lasso, and his eyes shrank suddenly.

The round lasso looked similar to the lasso used by the Tatars in northern Xinjiang, and it was not too thick, as if it could be cut with a single knife.

But Xu Guohuang knows that this "life-saving rope" is not so simple.

The person who shot was a member of the Lu family, and Xu Guohuang couldn't remember his name anymore. But for his unique weapon, he does remember it vividly.

The rope is made of seven winding tendons from the North Sea, which is extremely tough, without injury from knives and axes, and invulnerable to water and fire. If you rush to cut, you will only be attacked by him with the flexibility of the lasso, as long as the blade is lassoed by the rope, and with a slight shake, the knife in your hand will fly away.

What is especially scary is that if the person who makes the move does not react well, there is also a possibility that the whole person will be caught in the lasso.

Once it reaches that point, people will die a very miserable death.

The noose looked smooth and shiny, but Xu Guohuang knew that on that rope, there were actually tiny barbs all over the rope. If you get entangled in it, it doesn't take much force to wring off all the flesh and skin of your body.

And if the neck is covered by the noose above, the one who is strangled is the head.

The lasso came with the wind and landed accurately on Xu Guohuang's head.

Xu Guohuang looked up, his eyes narrowed together.

The ghostly figure flashed again, and before he could see the situation of Xu Guohuang's shot, the figure flashed, and Xu Guohuang had come back again, standing straight with a single knife in his hand.

On the ground in front of him, a rope hung limply, and a round lasso.

On the other side, the owner of the rope has fallen to the ground.

Lying face down on the ground, there was a deep bloody wound on his back.

Before he could breathe immediately, the man slammed his hands into the ground, tilted his head hard, and stared at Xu Guohuang deadly.

"This life-killing rope is a good weapon, but you put too much effort into external objects, and neglect your own cultivation. A foreign object is a foreign object after all, it can only assist, but it cannot replace yourself. Although this life-killing rope is ingeniously cunning and vicious, it binds you. ”

Xu Guohuang looked at the dead eyes, and it was rare to say a few more words.

After listening to Xu Guohuang's words, the man's face smiled miserably, the soil in his hand loosened, and his head, which he tried to raise, fell heavily to the ground.

This time, he could die blind.

"Who else wants to come first?" Xu Guohuang turned to everyone and said coldly.

No one answered, and the little morale that had just been ignited by Song Gongming was once again extinguished by the blood of the person in front of him at this moment.

"Don't panic, everyone! Lu Jing's death, it's my fault! Let's all make unified arrangements and make continuous moves one by one, so that Xu Guohuang, a miscellaneous minor, will not have time to react! All of us must be connected to each other, otherwise the tragedy of Brother Lu will be repeated in us!" Song Gongming was anxious and began to stir up morale again.

Several people whispered promises, but many people dodged their eyes, obviously Song Gongming's words no longer had as much weight as the previous ones.

"Everyone is right to listen to me! This is our only chance!" Song Gongming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his heart was ruthless, and he shouted, "Okay! Let me be the first to come! Everyone follow me!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Gongming carried the broadsword in his hand behind him, leaned over and lowered his center of gravity, and hurriedly rushed towards Xu Guohuang.

Someone was the first to take the lead, and behind Song Gongming, he followed many successors one after another.

Xu Guohuang was still standing in place, the knife in his hand was held flat in front of him, pointing at Song Gongming, who was the first to rush in front of him.

Hurrying all the way to five meters in front of Xu Guohuang, Song Gongming stomped heavily under his feet, and the cold light of the broadsword behind him shone, and Song Gongming's body flying diagonally merged with the human sword, and flew to Xu Guohuang's diagonal top like lightning.

The broadsword slashed down heavily, not as powerful as the "Sorrowful Slash" at the beginning, but a little more direct and concise ruthlessness.

There was no way to avoid it, Xu Guohuang's face was indifferent, and the knife in his hand was raised, facing Song Gongming's sword edge.

The swords struck, a dazzling spark flashed, Xu Guohuang's feet sank slightly, but he didn't retreat, he still stood firmly in place.

And Song Gongming, who slashed straight down in the air, had already shot backwards and flew back. In the air, blood was falling.

The unprecedented, unprecedented, Martial King Seven Pins, cultivated to Xu Guohuang, who was proud of the others, repelled Song Gongming's powerful blow with a single sword.

But at the same time, in the front, rear, left and right, and in the sky, countless ruthless attacks, front and back, endlessly, have also attacked in front of him.

Song Gongming was defeated, but the plan he laid out was also implemented.

Faced with overwhelming attacks from all directions, Xu Guohuang suddenly inserted the single knife in his hand into the ground and dropped the weapon in his hand.

The two hands drew a semicircle on his chest, and Xu Guohuang's eyes suddenly turned blood-red.

"Drink!"

Drinking all over the body, the sound is not loud, but it seems to have infinite magic power, and when it breaks off, it seems to disperse people's souls, attacking the people in front of them, and the attack in their hands suddenly stagnates for half a beat.

And Xu Guohuang has already taken the lead.

At the forefront of the attack was a pair of iron claws.

The five fingers are bent into eagle claws, and the tips of the fingers shine with a little black mang.

But now, there is no way to tear these eagle talons anymore.

Xu Guohuang made a move, avoided the eagle claw with ghostly speed, grabbed his wrist, and folded it gently.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the two eagle talons turned in unison, from pointing forward to downward.

Before the pain could reach its owner's heart, Xu Guohuang had already pounced on his successor.

In the back, there is a pair of fists.

Xu Guohuang repeated his old trick again, and gently broke the wrists of these fists.

But at this time, the attack that was half a beat slower finally resumed its normal beat and came to Xu Guohuang's side.

On the back, a silver spear flew in, and the tip of the spear was a little cold, hovering like a poisonous dragon, stabbing towards Xu Guohuang's back.

Xu Guohuang didn't turn around, but he seemed to be more accurate than he saw with his own eyes, one sideways, the tip of the gun pierced into the air, stabbed into the armpit, and was tightly clamped under the left flank by Xu Guohuang's left arm.

The spinning poisonous dragon was properly subdued, but it was not for nothing. Under Xu Guohuang's left flank, pieces of clothes flew one after another, and bloodshot flew out.

Xu Guohuang was unconscious, he couldn't see any painful expression on his face, as soon as he clamped the gun, he turned on the spot, and the attacker with the silver gun in his hand suddenly took off the spear, and the tiger's mouth broke open two bloody wounds.

Half a turn, Xu Guohuang reversed the direction again, and the silver spear caught under the left flank suddenly turned into a long stick and slapped fiercely on the left arm of the gun holder behind him.

"Click!" There was a sound, and the person behind him was slapped off with his arms and ribs. With a scream, he flew upside down to the right.

As soon as the left arm was released, the silver spear fell to the ground.

In front of Xu Guohuang's throat, another iron fan cut horizontally.

The iron fan is painted with an elegant and distant landscape painting, but the front end of the fan bone is sharp, and there is no trace of gentle and elegant literati atmosphere.

Xu Guohuang turned sideways again, shrunk his shoulders, and the sharp fan flashed from his side.

But the sharp fan still cut a bloody mark on his shoulder, and it also brought down a large piece of flesh and blood.

The fan bearer failed to achieve the desired effect, but fortunately, Xu Guohuang did not fight back against him.

Because his successor has also sent his attack in front of him.

Xu Yunhe turned sideways to avoid the iron fan, and the blood flowed from his shoulder, but he didn't care, a pair of hands flew out like lightning, and held the vajra on the right side tightly in the palm of his hand.

The force from the vajra was surprisingly large, Xu Guohuang did not resist him, and after grabbing it, the comer couldn't contain his strength, and staggered to Xu Guohuang's body.

Leaning down, his left hand clenched into a fist, without any fancy, a slight arc struck the comer's left chest.

There was a cracking sound, and the left rib cage of the comer was broken several times. The punch was withdrawn, and a shallow dent had already appeared on it.

Xu Guohuang withdrew his hand like lightning, didn't look at him, and turned to meet the next attacker.

The vajra fell to the ground with a thud, and the holder of the pestle covered his left chest with both hands, his eyes widened, but he could only end up with the same end as his own weapon, and slowly fell to the ground.

He's already a dead man,

Swords and fists, continuous attacks came one after another, Xu Guohuang flashed and moved, shot again and again, and the scars on his body became more and more, but he always maintained indifference, until he broke out of the encirclement, there was no trace of pain on his face.

The constant exchange is a long time, but it is only a few breaths.

Xu Guohuang had already broken out of the encirclement, and the second encirclement launched by everyone was broken by him again.

But now he looks really miserable.

There was already an old scar on his face, and at this time there were several new wounds in the past few days.

And his body was even more traumatized.

On his left shoulder, there was a shiny Emei thorn, and the blood was pouring out.

On the back, the clothes were torn and criss-crossed, and there were fresh scars that were deep or shallow, and there were little blood stains, which stained the entire back red, and still flowed under the body.

On the right leg, there is still a person's claw, the broken wrist is still very fresh, and the white bone stubble is adhered to a few tendons.

The wound on the left lower abdomen looks particularly severe.

A fist-sized wound that pierces the peritoneum directly. From the outside, you can see the wriggling stomach inside, blood mixed with yellow, yellow, green and green pus, rolling out of the wound.

With so many wounds, it looks terrifying. But Xu Guohuang still straightened his waist, and there was no pain on his face, indifferent and ruthless.

True ruthlessness is not only ruthlessness towards others, but also ruthlessness towards oneself.

The person who can be ruthless to himself is the real ruthless character.

And Xu Guohuang is such a ruthless person.

With such a serious injury, Xu Guohuang's enemies were even worse than him.

Behind him, the corpses that fell to the ground, had increased to seventeen people. The forms of death are different, but they all have a common feature, that is, no matter where the scars on the body are, there is only one place.

One is a fatal wound, if it is not injured, it is enough, and if it is injured, it will die.

This is Xu Guohuang's style, this is the style of the wolf king.

Xu Guohuang turned around, and the enemy behind him, there were only eight people left, and they could still stand, looking at him in panic.

Xu Guohuang's eyes froze, and he saw a person who shouldn't have been standing standing.

That was the first Song Gongming to be sent flying.

"I still underestimate you. Xu Guohuang regained his indifference and said indifferently.

Song Gongming was still standing, but looking at his face like a blank sheet of paper, and then looking at his two arms hanging weakly, he could guess that although he was standing now, he was barely doing it.

"I ...... too Underestimating you!" Song Gongming laughed miserably, and with this laugh, a spring of blood gushed out of his throat irrepressibly.

"I'll give you one last chance!" Xu Guohuang closed his eyes, raised his hand and shook the knife in his hand, and stuck it straight into the ground in front of everyone.

"Apologize with death! I will leave you a piece of the dignity of a warrior!" Xu Guohuang said indifferently.

The blade of the knife is half inserted into the ground, and the upper half of the blade is still trembling slightly.

Looking at the long knife, the remaining eight people couldn't help but shudder.

The deathly silence, the eyes of the seven people, finally gathered on Song Gongming's body.

Maybe in normal times, no one will really convince anyone. But now the last hope of survival has been shattered, and no matter how arrogant the master is, he can only become a helpless and desperate person.

At this time, Song Gongming, who led everyone to launch two attacks, became the most indisputable leader.

But such a leader, it is estimated that even Song Gongming himself is afraid that he is not willing to take responsibility, right?

Sensing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, Song Gongming laughed miserably again, and the blood in his mouth did not gush again.

The blood was so great that he couldn't spit it out.

"Is there no other choice?" Song Gongming asked weakly.